While waiting for my son Colin’s annual flu shot at the drugstore, I saw a copy of the New Yorker, flipped through it, and found a poem by Ellen Bass. I thought it was worth sharing.
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Illuminating Poem: The Thing Is
I want to share this poem I read in a Substack post by Maya C. Popa. It’s entitled “The Thing Is” from Mules of Love by Ellen Bass (published by BOA Editions in 2002). I love the language, clarity and gut-punching delivery. Some snippets that jumped out at me: “the silt of it,” “grief sits with you,” “obesity of grief” and “a plain face.”
“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass from the book Mules of Love (BOA Editions, 2002)
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